Sketch

The intense peddles, the bike, burning rubber as it cruises around the town. As fast as lightning and as smooth as butter it soars to its destination. The wind blowing in your hair with sparks flying behind you! Riding it is like jumping on a new mountain bike. Its blue wicker basket helping you carry things that can't be held, and the horn on the handle bar chiming loudly. The tires spinning along the pavement and the breeze and fresh air rushing towards your face.

Dialoge

Passenger: "Crazy night!"

Driver: "What's the suppose to mean?"

Passenger: "You have to admit, It really didn't go as well as we had planned."

Driver: "Well how was I suppose to know it would turn into a steady downpour, when I checked, the forecast said mid 70's and clear skies."

Passenger: "Well I didn't even want to come in the first place, you know camping is not my thing! I hate it, ever since the moose incident, I promised myself never again and look what happened. No tent, The food went bad, I'm covered in bumps, and I'm soaking wet!"

Driver: "I'm sorry I lost the instructions for the tent, who would have thought the ice would melt so fast and ruin all the food, and I could have sworn I packed the bug spray."

Passenger: "I know, I know I guess you did try. Well know we have a good story to tell the kids."

Driver: "That's the girl I know, always looking on the bright side!"

Passenger: "Next time were staying at a hotel!"

Driver: "We'll see."

Dreary Night in March

It was a cold, rainy March day. John and Cathy Johnson were packing their things and getting ready for a weekend away from the kids. Oldest sister Ali was in charge for the night. This was not the parents first time away, she was a seasoned babysitter! The children were looking forward to a night without the parents. They had a lot of fun plans in store. Little did they now what was to come!

After their nights adventures, they ventured home to call it an evening. After carefully checking every window and door in the house, and I mean every single window and door they turned on the security system and settled in. Sound asleep, exhausted Ali was suddenly awoken by the telephone ringing. She jumped out of bed and answered the call to hear her mom on the other line in a panic!

"Whats going on, where are the kids?"

Intro

When I was younger I used to love to write. I would write story after story about different things that had happened to me or just about dreams that I had. But now I would say that reading is more for me. I love to read and can get lost in books for hours. I find it interesting to read what other people have written. A writer to me is someone who is good at putting their creativity to something that will interest people and make them want to read what they have to say. A writer has to be creative and have ideas that are worth sharing.

My experience as a writer isn't much. Like I said earlier I used to write short stories when I was little but since then all I have written would be school papers and essays. I have tried starting a journal many times but that usually fades out within the first couple weeks. I like to write becuase I am able to express things that are on my mind and am able to get thoughts written down on paper.

I don't think I know what my favorite type of writing is but I love to read things that keep me interested and things that are full of excitement and adventure. I would want to be a writer. Maybe not a writer that writes books and publishes them but I would love to be able to write what I'm thinking and be able to be better at putting my thoughts on to paper and let people know what I am feeling through my writing.